Ronan's POV
The trees blurred past us as I carried Sienna through the darkness. Her golden fire wings had faded, leaving her tired in my arms. The Midnight Queen's revelation still echoed in my mind – the queen was Sienna's grandma. Another piece of the puzzle I hadn't seen coming.
"Almost there," I whispered, feeling her stir against my chest.
The cabin emerged through the trees – small, weathered, but secure. My safe harbor for the past five years. No one knew about this place, not even my old handlers at the Syndicate.
"Where are we?" Sienna mumbled, her ruby-red eyes fluttering open.
"Somewhere safe." I kicked open the door, carrying her inside.
The cabin was sparse but practical – a bed, a fireplace, basic supplies. I gently laid Sienna down and lit the fire with practiced moves.
"You've been here before," she noticed, pushing herself up on her elbows.